This is the second story in a series about a famous pop singer named Britney. It introduces an innocent teenage Olympic gymnast named Shawn who has always idolized Britney. The story opens with a hot lesbian scene where Britney takes Shawn's woman to woman virginity and ends with a foursome that turns Shawn into a sex starved whore. You may wish to read the first Britney story called "Piece of Me" which opens with a hot masturbation scene and ends with two fitness instructors fucking her in every way two men can fuck a woman, but it is not necessary to read for the enjoyment of this story.
The brown-eyed slut looking back at her has a satisfied smile on her face. And why not? Her body was just ravaged by two men she didn't even know. They fucked her in every way two men could fuck a woman. Britney isn't judging the woman looking at her through the mirror. In fact she envies her. Letting go like that was a liberating experience. It's what she misses most about her days with Paris.
Britney watches the woman in the mirror wipe the final traces of cum off her face and tits. Some is still in her hair. She will have to shower before Jason arrives home. She moves her face closer to the sexy woman looking back at her and kisses her gently on the lips. Their eyes lock. Yes, Britney thinks, we do have a lot in common.
The phone rings. It is her agent.
"Hi Brit. The studio just called. There's something they want to run past you, and I think it is a good idea. You know that gymnast Shawn... the one who was on Dancing with the Stars?"
"Uh... yeah. I think so," Britney replies while sitting on the toilet. A hot stream of pee tinkles into the water below. "But I've never met her."
"Well the studio thinks you should make a video with her. Kind of a cross between a work-out video and a music video. They want to get Shawn's name out there before the next Olympics and what better way to do it than with the hottest pop star in the business. I've looked over the contract. It's a good deal."
"Okay, but I want to see her first and I get the final say," Britney tells him as she stands and flushes the toilet. "And none of Shawn's agents or handlers. I want to do this alone without any pressure."
Shawn shows up the next day wearing tight cut-off jeans and a red t-shirt. Britney looks down at her innocent brown eyes and the Pollyanna smile on her face. Shawn seems younger than her 19 years, and she is short... very short. At 5'4" Britney towers over her. Still, there is something about Shawn that is appealing. Britney can't quite put her finger on it.
"Come on in Shawn. Let's go down to the studio and get started."
"Thank you so much," Shawn says looking like a star-struck teenager. "I really love your music. I am such a big fan. I can't tell you what a great honor it is to meet you. I hope you won't be disappointed."
Britney points the way and follows. She watches the powerful spheres of Shawn's ass moving back and forth against the tight shorts she is wearing. They ride up over the cleft where her cheeks taper into her muscular thighs. There is something sensual and erotic about the way her compact body moves with such power.
Britney pulls off her robe revealing a two piece sliver outfit cut just above her pussy in front and exposing most of her ass cheeks in back. A significant amount of cleavage is visible by the way the top pushes up her tits. Shawn has on a two-tone blue and white leotard under her shorts and t-shirt.
"Let's see your stuff." Britney hits a switch. The song "Toxic" pumps through the speakers. "Let your body flow with the music. Remember, this is about sex appeal, not gymnastics. The audience has to want you, not just appreciate you."
Britney admires the flexibility and precision of Shawn's fluid and athletic motions. But it is more than admiration. It is desire that Britney is feeling. She wants Shawn. Part of it is her innocence, but mostly it is the pent up sexuality hidden just below the surface of her tiny and powerful body. Britney stops the music and takes Shawn by the arm.
"Listen, Shawn, I know you are a talented athlete. Your moves are incredible, but you have to learn how to release the explosive sexual energy inside that gorgeous compact body. Let it go. Make the audience want to jump through the screen and ravage you."
"I... I'm not sure I can do that," she replies looking like she is about to cry. "I'm not like you. I'm doing the best I can."
Britney slides behind Shawn and puts her hands on her shoulders to comfort her. She moves her lips near Shawn's ear.
"I know you can do it," Britney whispers sliding her hands down Shawn's arms. "I want you to get an image in your mind. Think about your boyfriend. Think about how it feels when he fucks you. Now try to imagine that feeling in your belly each time he drives his cock deep into your pussy."
Britney slides her hands across Shawn's stomach and pushes her fingers down towards the swell of her pussy.
"Or think about when you are sucking his cock and how dirty and nasty you feel when his hard flesh slides through your lips and over your tongue. Think about how your nipples swell and your pussy tingles."
"I... I don't like to talk like this," Shawn says as her voice cracks. "You're embarrassing me."
"That's your problem, Shawn. You have to let go. You have to let those repressed feelings gush from your body when you dance."
